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Time ServedAnother Time That I Don't DeserveTimes UpTime Spent Never Giving UpTime A TickingMore Time To Be Hoping And WishingTimes For A New StartLost Everything Including My Heart
My mind is messed up off of whateverI just can't keep it together I am going crazy and I can't find the wordsAre those stars? A place or some birds
I am not on fire but it feels as soThe burning sensation all over has to goThis evil that is inside is rotting my brain I am talking to myself and I am going insaneI cannot find an opening for a way out
Golden boy, Everything about you is a joke. But your punchline knocked me down. I nearly drowned in the light behind your eyes, I didn't fight it, let you in, You were never mine.  
And so, all is forgiven in death. And the decade that has passed since your passing has diluted my memories of your gruffness. We all mellow with age. I too, am no longer as
I am not a Bread Loaf fellow and I haven't been to Sewanee adoration and fame are not my cup of tea. The Academy of American Poets doesn't recognize my name, no MFA or Guggenheim
Her name is Jasmine, the former femme fatale who, only ten years ago was said to resemble Rita Hayworth in her prime. But now her youthful beauty has withered like that of a wilted flower.
Is freedom merely illusion like a mirage, so real, so clear? Do I struggle in vain to reach it, just to watch it disappear? An elusive, distant shimmering dream, promising sweet salvation?
Flowers brighten a prison yard, where they bloom they cannot know their riotous beauty quite unmarred by the truths of where they grow.
Metal rings placed chains laced around my hands, legs, feet and waist. How many times will I let this happen? How many times can I let my family be disgraced?  
In a room, a white room; there was a man, an odd man.   This odd man was not like men. He was different-
What is his reality, What is his existence? All is controlled, all is threatened. He trudges through mud stained snow
I've tried so hard to silence the silenceI've waited so long and haven't seem much but little ripples in the darknessI'm not satisfiedI'm not OK with what I've been taught to think is real. 
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